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I sincerely hope you pressed play, he was my favourite composer before all this, though I'd be the first to admit to the obvious bias…
I was scared, I must admit. Though looking at it now, I realize how superficial that fear had been. I had nothing to lose, and only to gain. An advantage of not existing, I'd say. But to not get far from where I wanted to go with this memoir, I was horrified, mortified, and terrified as well. Who wouldn't be. One day everyone knew you at the facility, the next they all gave odd looks. Questioning how you even entered or who even are you. I was locked up. Quite ironic and humiliating it had been…. but that was the cost I wanted- no, needed to pay. It worked on me, it would work on the anomaly as well. Someone just had to find my work, all I've done to stop it. If you're reading this, it's likely too late for me. That said, I trust you'll find the answer and that you'll find a way to end it. Unlike myself, who's countlessly capitalized on so little in my short life, I truly do believe in you.
Best of luck,
Dr. Claude
